Jason's POV

We were trying to see how Dick was choking and drowning when there was no water.

"Get him to the medical Bay!" Black Canary yelled under the coughing and slight rushing. I nodded and picked him up bridal style, Dick slightly tensed up but we rushed him to the medical bay. Down a metal hallway and we turned right then we made it. I placed him on a gurney and Dicks coughing fit had died down buy there was an occasional cough with a water and blood mixture here and there.

"Get me an air mask!" Canary demanded and Tim handed her one, she placed it over his mouth and his breath fogged the plastic over his mouth and Canary was confused.

"How was he coughing up blood with the water, he wasn't ble-" she cut herself off, by her own curiosity and theory. She was lifting up his jacket revealing a large cut from his left chest to his lower right abdomen. She put her hand over her mouth at shock.

"Why did they do to you Dick...?" I muttered under my breath and Canary put her hand over Richard's temple.

"He's really warm, may be a fever." she replied back and I nodded at her doctor work.

"We'll just have to wait it out from here." she replied and Damian approached, his face was a written and the definition of a puzzle.

"We're going to tell Bruce about the recent.... events." Damian said and I nodded, he should take Tim with him.

"Take Tim too" I said and he nodded while he and Tim exchanged a few words in the corner away from hearing and they left. It was just me Canary and my baby bro, she looked at him and lifted up his entire jacket to reveal far more scars then he had with Bruce and the bats.

"I'm going to stitch him up." she replied and I nodded and watched her get the stitching kit, she heated the tip of the stitch and started stitching. Over and under the skin went a lot of times from the massive cut he got. I sat there and looked at his scars he had developed I mean Bullet, knife, whip, arrows all kinds of scars. Then she finally stopped her stitching and tied it off the stitch, she grabbed the gauze and started wrapping around his body which was difficult with him being unconscious and all.

"What happened to him those 6 years Jason?" she asked me and I looked down at him. I wanted to know what happened so I can kick their Talon butts.

"I don't know Dinah." I replied and I saw his hands grip the sheet. "I don't know." I muttered as his hands gripped the sheet tighter. He's gonna have a nightmare, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and I started to worry.

"No......no." he muttered in his sleep and Canary got worried.

"We can't wake him up, he went unconscious." she replied and our shoulders tensed, we were watching out for our little bird who wasn't so little anymore. Then Dickie started moving his head slightly from its former place.

"Don't do this" he muttered again and he started screaming in pain.

"Stop!" he kept repeating and tears were threatening to come down his face.

"Dickie wake up!" I yelled and shook him. He wasn't responding, but then he shot up. His hands gripped my lower triceps and I looked into his teary blue eyes. They held so much pain and suffering in them. Then he broke down in my arms, he sobs were heavy and breathing was shaky, his arms were stiff in their place. I pulled him into a hug; he gladly returned and sobbed into my chest. His sobbing calmed down once I hugged him, affection deprived. I ran my fingers through his lose hair as he cried, trying to calm him down.

"It's ok Dickie." I replied and he looked up into my eyes, his eyes would make anyone feel sadness or happiness depending on his mood.

"Is it Jay?" he managed to talk from crying; I looked at him and tried thinking of an answer.

"It is because you're home and safe." I replied and hinted a small smile, he nodded and his tears stained his pale face.

"What were you dreaming about?" I asked and he stiffened and he buried his face in his chest, I could tell this either frightened him or scared the heck out of him because his breath was uneven and unsteady.

"Bad things." he muffled quietly into my chest, but I heard it clearly.

"What bad things?" I asked after and I felt the tears come again.

"Bad things that no one should have done." he replied back and gripped me tighter, I returned and I was angered. Who would do this to an innocent kid, he was supposed to live a long and happy life but instead he got this messed up one instead. He didn't deserve this at all, he's sobs explained how truly broken the bird was and is. I hated hearing him cry over and over, eventually his breath evened out and it was slow.

"He cried himself to sleep." I whispered to myself and laid him back down, he looked so beaten when he sleep. His face held fear like something was going to attack him. What would at- they would, those people would have probably attacked him. I looked at Dickie's pale face with the line of tears that stained it. It was a heartbreaking sight to see for me, he was like the little brother I never had. It was great until the day he left; I felt my own eyes grown heavy as I collapsed in a chair.

"Get some sleep Jason, you need it. I'll watch him." Canary said and I obliged silently. Then I felt the lure of sleep grow more and I let it consume me.

"Jay, please." little 9 year old Dick Grayson begged 12 year old Jason Todd.

"I told you, Dick No." I replied back from up the stairs as he was at the bottom. I didn't know much about Dick's past only that Bruce adopted him for being a charity case.

"OH.... ok then." he replied in the most hurt and broken tone I've ever hear, and me being Red Hood that's a lot, Tim was Red Robin, Damian was Shadow, while Bruce was Batman. But Richard didn't know that and we intended not to tell him unless we knew we could handle it or that he found the cave like we all did.

"Why do you sound hurt" I asked and started down the stairs and he faked a smile
" OH... It's nothing reall-" I cut him off by putting a hand on the boys shoulder, he stiffened under my touch. He was scared or in fear that's why Jason. You're an idiot!

"Tell me." I said and I looked into his teary blue eyes. They held a lot of pain and sadness.

"It's been a month without them." he said out before tears streamed down his face, who was them.

"Who are they?" I asked and he looked at me with tears blue eyes.

"My parents." he replied and my shoulders sank, I heard Bruce talking about that. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug; he wrapped his arms around my torso and broke down. Sobs were cries of agony.

"Sad isn't it, Todd." Damian said in the com link in my ears, his parents were dead.... He shouldn't have this. Then his breaths evened out and became slower, I looked down to see he feel asleep with the tears staining his untanned face. He cried himself to sleep; he was such a confusing puzzle to piece together.

"You gonna be ok Dickie" I whispered and picked him up bridal style and started up the stairs.

"He cried himself to sleep didn't he?" Bruce asked through the com
"Yeah why?" I replied quietly and walked in front of Dick's door.

"Because he's done that the whole past 2 weeks. It's been because of how his family died." Bruce replied and I placed Richard in bed and pulled over the covers and walked out. I pulled the door claimed and sighed.

"How did they die?" I asked and he sighed in the com link.

"His family was a trapeze act called the Flying Grayson's. They fell to their deaths to a sabotaged wire" Bruce said after and I felt my hands clench at my sides.

"No kid should have to go through that." I replied and back and I could tell Bruce nodded.

"I know." he replied back and I looked at the floor, why would Richard have to live this life.

"He has night terrors every night and they get worse, sometimes I have to sedate him to get the mandatory sleeping hours for a 9 year old." Bruce continued as I walked down the stairs and approached the grandfather clock. I looked to see if anyone was around and I changed the clock to the correct time and stepped. The elevator went down and I walked into the Bat-Cave.

"He doesn't deserve that Bruce." Tim said as I saw Bruce sitting at the Bat-computer typing away. Most likely hacking something.

"What is this?" Bruce said loud enough for us to hear so we walked over there and he clicked on the file folder that said.

Top Secret: Dick Grayson
Objective R